Finally, a blog post with accompanying musical score. Here’s the playlist so you can listen along from home. So, what should we listen to today? Perhaps a little… Styx! Come sail away, come sail awayCome sail away with me… Ugh no, Styx, that’s not the track we need right now. We’re sailing HOME, and we’re on the final stretch. It’s really sinking in. Sailing away was a major period of upheaval, and after three years, sailing home feels equally intense….
On August 12 the crew of the Canadian sailboat Mandolyn arrived in Ketchikan Alaska, officially closing a loop of the Pacific Ocean which took them over three years to complete. But it wasn’t just any loop. Upon arrival the crew announced that they had accomplished something sensational: They had traced the shape of a gigantic speech bubble, above New Zealand. The investigative team from raisethemain.com had the chance to interview a crew member from SV Mandolyn, who wishes to remain…
When you’re starting a long term relationship, there are some important questions you need to discuss with your partner. What are your values and goals, how will you resolve conflicts, et cetera. One topic that is often overlooked is: “How do you feel about icebergs?” Sarah and I never discussed this in those early days, and the omission has been causing us grief ever since. Every time we encounter large chunks of ice floating in the water, we argue. I…
If you’ve seen our boat Mandolyn, you’ll know she is the epitome of nautical beauty and grace. Just take a loo… Woah woah! You’re standing way too close! Step back, perverts! Ugh, sorry about that. It’s just that we’re going through an awkward period cosmetically. Our green stripe is dissolving into unsightly white blotches, and in a cruel twist of fate, our white parts are being stained green. To top it off, the industrial rubber wall guards of Japan have…
It’s no secret that when a sailor hits land after a long passage they like to let loose a little. When we arrived in French Polynesia after 23 days at sea, things got crazy. Mandolyn’s cabin was a whirlwind of baguette crumbs and pamplemouse skins. One child was tossing back shots of mango juice as the other crushed emptied butter tins on their forehead. We ended up with cheese poisoning, as the local emental was much stronger than the stuff…
As we prepared to leave Japan, I purchased new rain pants for the trip to Alaska. Size 4XL was the largest we could find. These pants would handily accommodate a Sumo wrestler in girth, but they’re still problematic in the vertical dimension. Even with the shoulder straps at maximum extension there is no avoiding a subtle, yet constant, wedgie. I imagine a traditional Sumo Battle Diaper provides a similar sensation. Only 4000 miles to Salt Spring! At the north tip…
When I was in elementary school I had a teacher who would often remind us how much harder Japanese students worked compared to us. We even watched a video in class one day which followed some Japanese students through their long schoolday, after school classes, and late night study sessions. In my own educational journey, by comparison, all I did that day was… watch a video. The Japanese kids clearly won that round. As an adult I often heard about…
When I was younger a friend of mine played in a band called The Japants. That name always stuck with me. Japants. What could it mean? Ants from Japan? Japanese pants? Twenty years later and here we are in Japan! We spent most of May hopping from port to port up the west side of Honshu Island. Some of our favourite experiences have been in the really small communities where foreign tourists are rarely seen. Walking around these towns it’s…
Last week we spent five days in Seoul, South Korea. This was a necessary side quest, as we had to leave Japan in order to extend our Japanese tourist visas. We didn’t have a lot of time in Korea, but I think we can now answer the question on everybody’s mind: Is all fried chicken in Korea, by definition, Korean Fried Chicken? To investigate this we found a well reviewed Korean Fried Chicken establishment near our hostel. The meal was…
It happened fast. A white van entered the east end of the Kabashima bridge at around 2pm. We were on foot, eastbound on the sidewalk, at the midpoint of the bridge. The vehicle slowed as it approached, and then stopped just in front of us. The lone occupant of the van held up his hand indicating that we should stop too. We were 70 feet above the water, no escape. The driver rolled down his window, and passed us a…